lawlessness, even.â She looked over at Leila to gauge her reaction. âIf that makes sense.â
Leila glanced away from the road to smile appreciatively at Bree. âYeah, I think I know what you mean.â She turned back to the road. âSeize the Tuesday.â A few moments passed. A new song came on, another burst of energy and liveliness. Bree reached back to her bag to grab a granola bar and offered one to Leila, which she accepted with a thank-you.
When she was done with it, Leila stuffed the wrapper into the plastic bag hanging off the gearshift. âYou ever find it easier said than done? The whole seizing-the-day thing.
Carpe diem
is a pretty well-known philosophy, but if it were easier to put into practice, we wouldnât have to be reminding each other of it all the time.â
Bree laughed. âYeah, I guess thatâs true.â She uselessly combed her matted hair back behind her ear, only to have the dreadlocks flap in the wind again. âYou just have to have something that constantly reminds you to do it. I donât really ever have to tell myself to seize the day. Itâs just, whenever Iâm not, I feel like Iâm slowly disintegrating or something. Like my soul is itching, and if I donât actively live my life, itâll never stop.â
âYeah? What is it that reminds you?â
âDead parents,â Bree said. She didnât want to bring the mood down, but it was the one thing she could never lie about.
âSorry,â Leila said. Then, after a beat, she added, âIâve got the whole degenerative-disease thing reminding me to seize my days.â
âShut up.â
âSo, how do you know if youâre actively living your life? Is there an exact recipe you could write down for me?â
Bree laughed again, thrilled now that it hadnât been the silver sedan that picked her up. âThereâs no formula. Youâre either doing it, or youâre not. I just know that sometimes my soul itches, and sometimes it doesnât. This, for example. This conversation. Right now, heading off toward Kansas City or wherever the hell weâre going, talking about this stuff. If I were to die right now, I wouldnât be entirely upset.â
Leila simply nodded for a while, smiling. The high-pitched sound of the tires carrying them down the highway, the wind pushing against the car in gusts overtook the music for a moment. Outside, the world was exactly three colors: the yellow of the tall grass desiccated by the rainless summer, and the black streak of the road, which seemed to climb straight up into that bright blue sphere of sky.
Without another word, Leila reached for the volume dial and turned it all the way up as she sped the car down the highway. She started smiling wildly, drumming her fingers on the dashboard. When the chorus broke out, she joined in, screaming the words as if the world was meant to hear them. Bree sang right along with her, improvising until she could make sense of the lyrics.
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2
WHEN BREE JOLTED awake, they were pulling into a gas station.
ââThe Trapeze Swinger
â
by Iron and Wine,â Leila said, unbuckling her seat belt. âIf youâre even a little bit tired, itâs impossible to stay awake for the whole song.â
Bree stretched her muscles, trying to find a way to pull every single one of them into wakefulness all at once. âHow long have I been out for?â
âNot longâabout half an hour.â Leila parked the car at one of the pumps. âSorry if I woke you up. We need gas.â
âNo, Iâm up,â Bree said, blinking away the sleep from her eyes. âI hate sleeping anyway. I always feel like Iâm missing out on something.â
Leila got out of the car, leaning against it as the fuel pumped in. Bree opened her door and joined Leila, squinting at the midday sun. She looked around at the gas station, noticing that it looked
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